The Arkansaw traveler., 1887-09-24
FINDS MANY FAULTS.

AJuilil'Sph IVY iNS hiipt bti years, has been justice of the peace at Deer's Ford, in the neighborhood where the bloody battle between the Tollivers and the officers of the law recently occurred, visited Chicago last week and, concerning his visit, wrote the following letter to friend:
 "MY DEAR LAS: As 1 have been a member of the church long time, am kept from sayin' exactly what sort of time l have had in this d-d town. think that the church oughtcr unbuckle the sursinglc when a feller comes here, and jest let him run loose with his expressions. Wy, Lias, there air mo folks here than you ever seed in Kentucky on court day, and when they meet you on the street they don't no mo- speak to you than eff you was the blackest niggcr in the county. l ain't ust to no sich, an it kinder tretted me till I happened to think that some folks ain't got no raisin' no how you ken fix it. Wy, in Morgan town or Johnsonville it don't make no ditlunce ef q man has jest got to the county, the folks speak to him, but they won't do it here.
 We've got good many fine points in Kentucky that they haven't learned here yet. They do their haulin' here with mules an horses an don't pear to know that good yoke of steers air plum caution when it comes to dead pull. One day, you recolleck, we was talking about how high old Dave Fruits son-in- law had built his barn. Wall, it ain't nothin' to some of the houses they'e got here. Wy, even when you throw back your head an look up it posters you nightly to sec the top an I flowed to myself yistidy that I wouldn't jump outen one of them upper win ders fur ten of the finest farms in Kentucky.
 "My son-in- law, Tobe Mailer, has been goin' around with me putty much. I was agin him marvin my daughter, fur 1 didn't think that he had mon enough sense than it would take to hem a calf up in the corner of the fence an keep him thar till some of the wimin folks milked the COW, but have sorter changed my tune, fur he has turned out to be the smartest kind of man. Tell you what he done {: A feller wanted thirty cents fur a chicken, but Pll be blamed if Tebe didn't keep foolin' with him. fust on one side and then on the other, till he got it fur quarter. That's what call right peart. Wy, the feller told him fiat footed that he wouldn't take no less than thirty cents, but Tobe he sorter smiled fust on one side of his mouth an then on the other, an kep' on hammerin' away till the feller jest nachully caved. I say that is whut call right peart. Tobe he has lived here long time, an it pears like he knows ever crook an turn in the place, an he's so we'll acquainted that the street cars stop fur him when he holds up his finger. 1 tell you it is big thing to have the confidence of the public, an l jest kain't hep bein' proud of Tobe. He tuck me roun' to the boa'd of trade, the place whar the floors give way some time ago an let so much wheat fall on fellers an crush lem. looked around, but didn't see enough wheat to make biscuit. Tobe tried to explain, but I didn't know as much when he got through as did at fdst. They don't keep fodder an oats in the boa'd of trade, but they ken call hogs louder than any set of fellers l ever seed, but the hogs didn't come. Reckon they mout have been runnin' off summers airter the mast.
 While we was dodgin' around the other day, Tobe lowed that he wanted to show me princess that was brought over from Egypt, so we went upstairs